#inabcck

[scriptorxfabularum]

@inabcck

     SHE COULD BARELY KEEP ROBB on his feet and moving forwards, his much taller frame almost eclipsing her. To his credit, he tried to walk along with her, but she was just moving too fast for him to do so. All she had on her mind was to create as much distance between them and the Twins as she could possibly manage and pray to both the Old Gods and the New that nobody saw and recognized them.

     Glancing over her shoulder to make sure nobody was following them, she grabbed Robb by the belt and hoisted him a little higher on her shoulder, feeling him slipping down. “C’mon, Your Grace,” she muttered through gritted teeth, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, burning her lungs in a fight for more air. “Don’t go passing out on me now, I cannot carry you.”

     It wasn’t until she had dragged him far enough into the trees for the moon and stars to no longer be visible above them, and the sounds of battle only faintly audible in the distance, that she slowed a little bit, trying to catch her breath. It was that moment when she heard a twig snap to her right. She tried to spin, being held back by Robb’s weight still resting partially on her, and dropping him in the process.

     “Fuck,” she hissed, but without missing a beat, drew the stolen sword on her hip, turning to face whoever it was that was stupid enough to show their face. “Back. Off,” she said through gritted teeth, stepping in front of the fallen King, making sure she was in between him and their attacker. “I will cut your throat before I allow you to have him.”

[bcbliophile]

@inabcck asked:

❛  believe it or not, i do enjoy spending time with you.  ❜ to Penelope from Lucien

The half nymph gave a soft laugh "I have never doubted it as you are always the one seeking me out" she teased. In truth she like his company as well, even on days like this, sitting on the banks by the river reading a book. Spring was a lovely enough court most of the time, but she found she rather enjoyed the peace away from the main gatherings on nice days like this. Penelope was born out of a love affair between a high fae father and a flower nymph mother, so she often wondered if she even belonged at court in the first place.

"What weighs on your mind today?" The redhead asked, tilting her head so she could better look at him. Blue eyes studying his expression for any sadness or worries. He was quite handsome, even with his mask on, a fox-- her favorite animal.

[vyrulent]

x || @inabcck ( alastor )

A concubine to Devil -- that had been what Van Helsing had called her. She'd overheard those horrible conversations, those slanderous, vile things he had said while she lay dying by the hands of a monster. Lucy Westenra hadn't considered herself to be such a creature -- she hadn't chosen this life.

Yet, she'd been sent to Hell for something out of her control. She hadn't willingly chosen to be a vampire, a creature of the night. It was only natural that the undead orphan end up at a joint like this, somewhere that offered up the idea of "salvation".

Still, some of these creatures frightened her despite her own vampiric strengths.

"You're..." nervousness fell upon her, softened her words, "You're not the Devil, are you?"

[caracarnn]

He had been ruminating about far too many things of late: Daenerys' safety ever since the assassination attempt, the fact that they were getting closer and closer to their intended goal, and the feelings that had been coursing through him ever since she had tossed that bridal wreath at his feet. That had filled him with excitement, nervousness, an overwhelming feeling of love that he wasn't even sure what to do with it. Rand wanted more than the barrenness of the life that he had always lived with. But then she had come into his life and it had given him something more. Except there was only one thing left for him to do.

Turning the corner he found the rooms that the girl lived in and he lifted his hand to knock. A moment passed, he waited, offering a nod of his head to one of the nearby guards. The door opened then and he looked down at the girl there before him. "Hey..." he greeted with a small, somewhat faint smile. "...mind if I come in? It'll only be for a few minutes..." - @inabcck

[xradiant]

The night had started to fall when he had closed the door to the inn room he had gotten for the both of them. She was different, entirely from the last that he had seen her. His dreams of her didn't even show him the girl that she was now. There were lives in her eyes that Jon couldn't even imagine. The why of her being here hadn't come up yet and maybe it was because he didn't quite want to know why she was here in The Free Cities. He hadn't even told her why he was either. There was a world and multiple lifetimes between them now. Could he broach them?

He set down a bit of wine in front of her and then reached his hand out to ruffle the strands of her shaggy hair much as he used to. Would she react the same way? "How long as it been since you've been in an inn?" He asked with a small grin as he looked about the neat enough room. He'd paid good coin for it. "I can't remember the last time I slept comfortably." The Wall was hardly comfortable, beyond it even worse. "Now I'm sure you're experienced enough for some wine and maybe some explanations why you're out here. I'm still your big brother, after all." - @inabcck

[loath3d]

xaden shakes his head at the question, brows furrowed and head tilting as he looks the woman over. ❝ why do you need to know that? kind of personal, don't you think? ❞ he doesn't keep much from imogen, but maybe this can be his.

starter for / @inabcck

[vallorouslly]

[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear from Magnus

memes - always accepting! - @inabcck

Logan had showered in Magnus' suite bathroom while the other had gone out to grab something, he wasn't sure. So when he got his boxers on and wandered around the room in only that, one of the cats wandered out from under the bed. He couldn't remember it's name unfortunately but the feline hopped on the bed and meowed at the blonde, and he's never one to decline an animal a good scratch behind the ears.

Only after he'd leaned against the bed and smiled at the way the cat leaned into his fingertips did Logan hear the door open. Looking up, he found Magnus standing there and the blonde couldn't hold back a sweet little smile. Yes, the blush was creeping up the back of his neck but for some reason...he didn't move to cover himself up. Not even a little bit. Instead, he straightened a bit, running a hand through his damp strands of golden hair.

"Hey you." It's still so new, he feels excitement bubble in his stomach but it doesn't stop him from saying things like that. Besides, he is in Magnus' space, why would he think of knocking? For a moment, the previous night comes to mind where Magnus had stopped Logan from leaving by making out with him against the wall. He bites his bottom lip but says nothing, simply holds eye contact.

[tofeelthecold]

@inabcck hit the heart. (trying out a verse i want to have where he died and came back if that's okay? lmk if i need to change this.)

Aemond didn't understand how this was possible but it was and he was here. He didn't know how much time had passed but it was clear it had. The world was the same but it wasn't and he didn't know his place in it anymore. "Mmm," he said, trying to pretend he knew what was being discussed but he didn't. "And who are you?"